The figure of Ninety-Eight flashed, and he leaned out of the mud again,

This time her face looked very haggard, and she bent over to gasp for breath, and after a moment a cloud of white smoke came out of her mouth. Only then did he put a piece of penaldony stone in his hand into a leather bag.

Then she sat down cross-legged without saying a word, closed her eyes and began to trim herself.

Luo Jianchen couldn't help frowning lightly as he looked at the gray-pink mist that swirled around his body.

At this time, a strange whimper suddenly sounded on the Yinchuan River, and as time passed, the whimper turned from low to high until it was as sharp as a steel needle cone.

Luo Jianchen had heard this voice in that sea of bone powder, and at that time she felt that her heart was disturbed and restless, but here, the frequency of this voice was hundreds of times stronger than that in the sea of bone powder, which was simply devastating for a soul that had lost its physical consciousness.

"Why do you want to cultivate here today, it's not that you just practiced three months ago. ＂

The fourth sister and Xiao Wu glanced at each other, and their faces showed a look of horror and disgust.

Xiao Wu's eyes were sad, his body trembled and he sat down cross-legged.

When Luo Jianchen heard the sound of whimpering, he had already hurriedly gathered his soul and gathered his divine consciousness power, and sat down cross-legged.

At this time, all the soul prisoners on the Yanchuan River stopped working, and each of them quickly condensed their souls and entered a state of cultivation.

Soul prisoner cultivation is generally in prisons, and this kind of collective cultivation on the Yanchuan River belongs to practical cultivation, in this kind of cultivation, there will be various means to harm the soul body, which is like the fighting experience of a monk in the immortal cultivation world, and the cultivator must use all his strength to fight against it.

This kind of practical cultivation has a 5 to 10 percent elimination rate. That is to say, in this cultivation, at least five percent of the soul bodies will be destroyed, and these extinct souls will directly fall into the illusion desert and become phantom souls.

Therefore, in order not to fall into the Illusory Desert, and in order to finally get out of this sea of suffering one day, the soul prisoners can only cultivate hard to improve their survival strength.

The yin wind on the Yinchuan River roared wildly, like a sharp whip whipping the souls of the soul prisoners, and the sharp and piercing whimper sounded like a sharp blade disintegrating the power of the soul and the soul.

However, the sky above the Yinchuan River had gathered clusters of foamy gray smoke.

Luo Jianchen ran the exercises, slowly swallowing, wisps of light cyan mist built a barrier around her soul body with the swallowing, the yin wind hit the green mist and made a slight cracking sound, and several yin winds finally penetrated the green mist, but the power was not much left, and the feeling of whipping on the soul body was like gently dusting it.

And the whimpering sound of the cone soul was gradually shielded from consciousness after the soul was solidified. It is as if returning to the source, God, soul, and spirit are one and not one.

This feeling of moderation is somewhat similar to the righteousness of the middle way in the Taoism, which is not biased, not leaning, not falling into the form, and can be manifested at any time by borrowing all forms.

All things return to the source, and the root of the source is formless and formless.

The pale cyan mist turned from thick to thin, and gradually all of it was collected in the soul body, and a cyan halo was revealed from the soul body, and then the cyan halo spread outward layer by layer, and the color changed from blue to yellow, and gradually turned golden

Luo Jianchen's consciousness jumped suddenly, his consciousness returned, and the golden light disappeared immediately.

She closed her eyes and swallowed a few times, and the cyan mist around her gathered again.

Luo Jianchen was secretly relieved that her Phaseless Soul Alchemy had advanced to another level, which was one of the biggest gains she had gained since she was imprisoned here for half a year.

This Phaseless Soul Alchemy was originally an exercise taught to allow these soul prisoners to strengthen their soul power.

This exercise is divided into six layers, the first layer is convergence, the second layer is aggregation, the third layer is harvesting, the fourth layer is condensation, the fifth layer is solidification, and the sixth layer is returning.

Luo Jianchen became interested in this exercise when he first began to practice it.

Because she found that this exercise was somewhat similar to the first stage of the Sleep Technique of the Years Sinking Sealing Technique.

However, it seemed to be a level deeper than the Sleep Technique, which made her wonder if this Phaseless Soul Alchemy Technique originated from the same source as the Time Sinking Technique? If it was really as she had speculated, then this phaseless soul refining technique also belonged to the practice of the spirit race.

Of course, this speculation cannot be confirmed, but now she has been greatly shaken by the original speculation, originally when entering the mountain of bones, several of them thought that there was a very likely spirit race or even a god race here.

However, with the accumulation of what Luo Jianchen knew and saw after being imprisoned here, her confidence in the existence of the Spirit Race or the God Race had dropped to the freezing point.

How could a race that would use detention, mutilation, soul destruction, and even more evil methods that she could not even imagine, be a spirit race that was indifferent and indisputable, self-disciplined and self-examining with insight into the laws of heaven and earth?

And there is also a direct evidence, how can the reproduction of the spirit race rely on the mortal body to promote the birth. In this way, from generation to generation, how can the bloodline still be pure?

Overturned the idea of the existence of the spirit clan, Luo Jianchen was a little dazed, what is the true face of this group of rulers who are named Lingwei, Lingwang, and Shengsi? What is the purpose of this purpose? Why do they need soul prisoners to retrieve so much marrow,

Originally, Luo Jianchen didn't know anything about this marrow, but in an accidental search under the mud, she discovered the magic of the marrow, it can not only repair the damaged divine consciousness, but also has a magical power in it, which can strengthen the energy of the divine consciousness, the only bad thing is that this power will unconsciously extract a small part of the memory, although this is a little scary, but for now, in the case that Luo Jianchen has no other better way to quickly repair the divine consciousness, it is also a helpless way to exchange a small part of unimportant memories as an exchange.

However, she believed that the purpose of the master here for letting them soul prisoners search for so much yin marrow would never be as simple as repairing and strengthening the divine sense, and this yin marrow must have a wonderful use that she could not imagine.

The yin wind on the Yinchuan River gradually stopped whistling, and the means and spells that sharpened the soul also stopped.

The soul prisoners dispersed one after another, and looked up at their own area, perhaps their companions who had been working together just now had turned into bubbles and fallen into the phantom desert after experiencing this actual combat experience.

Many soul prisoners looked up at the void covered with a faint cold light, without sadness or sentimentality. Some are just glad to have escaped.

When Luo Jianchen opened his eyes, he saw Du Jiuba standing gloomily beside Xiao Wu, one hand pressed on top of her head, and the other hand frequently and quickly grabbed into the void.

A string of bubbles in the void was sucked into her palm, and she flew with her palm, pressing it into Xiao Wu's body at a lightning speed. Xiao Wu's wandering soul body, which was no longer formed, was re-condensed and complete as the bubbles were pressed in.

"You, come here and help! Seeing that Luo Jianchen had dispersed his skills, he ordered coldly to Jiuba.

Luo Jianchen stepped forward silently, flipped his palms, and a soft aura was released from his palms, turning into a force that condensed Xiao Wu's soul.

Du Jiuba glanced at Luo Jianchen, and the corners of his mouth suddenly pulled into a smile that seemed to be nothing.

Luo Jianchen has no reason, this woman, this old enemy, what is his idea? How could she suddenly be kind-hearted today and come out to save Xiao Wu?

Looking at the woman with a pale face and a cold and solemn face in front of him, Luo Jianchen's back was a little cold.

This is not called that enemies don't meet, even being a female ghost can make her meet a sworn enemy. This is none other than Ninety-Eight, it is the Jing Feiya who was almost killed by the situation.

Jing Feiya is completely crazy in Cui Dong's description, and Luo Jianchen also agrees with this description after fighting her. Jing Feiya is definitely a crazy, cruel, and unscrupulous demon cultivator.

They thought she was already dead, but now such a madman has become her ghost boss. R1152